Lost Mine of Phandelver 5E

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Lost Mine of Phandelver

In the city of Neverwinter, a dwarf named Gundren Rockseeker asked you to bring a wagon load of provisions to the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin, a couple of days' travel southeast of the city. Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big," and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Haliwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business."

You've spent the last few days following the High Road south from Neverwinter, and you've just recently veered east along the Triboar Trail. You've encountered no trouble so far, but this territory can be dangerous. Bandits and outlaws have been known to lurk along the trail.

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1-2 people need to be driving the wagon. For the others, where are you positioned relative to the wagon?

OOC thread

[Aleister VII]

The journey has been uneventful so far, Theo can't complain about his companions, they seems pretty reliable.

At the moment Theo is walking at the right side of the wagon, due to the latent danger of bandits or similar has lead the young Fighter go around with his armor on and weapon at hand, from time to time he feels the compulsion of asking Austine one question or another regarding magical theories and Spells formulas but that would be rather awkward, at least awkward to him who isn't too used to make small talk for no reason.

[herastor]

Austine Wyvernspur, Wizard

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When Austine was a child their stable master personally prepared the carriage for a day's ride into town. Her youthful tongue could never get his name right. Dodders she called him, sometimes Deodors, in the casually cruel way that children can be. That was beside the point. What mattered was how effortlessly the old man could guide their horses during the journey. Years later and here she was, straps held too tight, back aching from the road, and patience worn trying to keep the wagon on the road instead of in the brush. What names would Dodders, gods rest his soul, have for her in this moment? Nothing kind, she was certain. She was mulling that over when she caught Theo glance her way again.

There was something he wanted to say, clearly, but he wouldn't get on with it. As said, her patience was already thin and the fighter's failed attempts at conversation wasn't improving its condition. So, when he looked her way again she was staring right back, silver eyes boring straight into his.

"Yes Theo? Can I help you?"

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Austine is at the reigns and, for the love of the gods, someone give her a break.

[Spore]

Kiv, the Anxious AC: 14 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 16 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 12 Active Effects: None. Conditions: Sunlight Sensitivity, Pack Tactics. Kiv would'v easily volunteered as a scout if it weren't for the dreadful burning sun outside. Even on overcast days he complained about it a lot. But usually the little kobold kept quiet, trying to pull as little attention onto his person as possible. Dwarves did not outright hate kobolds, but Kiv felt like Gundar or Gundren was not a fan. Kiv would have offered to take less gold than the others, used to a life in the gutters, scavenging and surviving on his own, he was just happy to call a "clan" his own. But the group chimed in, demanding Gundren offered the full pay for Kiv too. Possibly to rob poor Kiv at the end? Ever since he was kicked out of the Goldsnout clan, the beige-yellow canine reptile was a nervous wreck. Not trying to hide from, but keeping out of Gundren's sight, he usually rode on the one place one would check last, the roof of the cabin. There, the miserable creature had the least physical comfort, but his soul could rest easily as he could see further, not only somewhat balancing out his light blindness, but also helping him notice trouble earlier. He knew his place in this new clan was the same as his old. He was a look-out, a scout and a trapper. He glances forward, to yip down towards Austine: [Draconic] I do not do horses but I could learn. But I think my place up here is better for all of us. Anxious he would leave anyone out of the conversation, he turns from his well-spoken Draconic into broken common. Austine improved his grammar a lot, but it was still, well, a kobold. Austine want break, but Kiv need to look-out. We swap now, okies? he says, unsure if Gundren allowed it. Spoiler Show I assume switching should be smart enough (i dont do land vehicles, but I think this is a dex check going forth, as well as a wisdom one for animal handling if someone spooks the animals. I was going to scout, but light sensitivity somewhat ruins that for me.

[Izzarra]

Oskmey the Dawnbringer Cleric, Tempest Domain HP: 10/10, AC: 16 (18 w/ Shield) Conditions: None

With Theo on the right side of the side of the wagon, Oskmey takes up a position on the other side. Occasionally checking the straps holding the shield to her left arm to be sure it is not getting loose while walking.

Even though she does not have high hopes of finding anything exceptional along an established trail Oskmey still keeps an eye out for any interesting plants.

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Survival: (1d20+3)[18]

[Aleister VII]

"Oh..! forgive me lady Austine, it's nothing just an errant thought that crossed my mind, you know... Master Nezus left more questions than answers inside my little head, I mean... I can take care of the horses for a while is you want, I think I've already do enough exercise today."

While he walks along the road protecting the wagon and his friends he makes sure to check their surroundings, he isn't looking for foes or problems of any sort but rather anything interesting or that stands out, he is a little too curious for his own good.

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(1d20+3)[20]

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Not sure about the horse, I'm neither too good at animal handling but I think we should be fine as long as nothing scares the horses.

[Zero Prime]

Brother Alaric, Grave Tender AC: 15 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 14 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 14 Active Effects: None. Conditions: None. Alaric walked beside the much taller Oskmey, intrigued by, both, the firbolg's nature, and her faith. The lithe young man was of average height, standing perhaps a hand under six foot tall, narrow shoulders and willowy limbs, he could not weigh more than 150 pounds, if that. However, he moved with a confidence and vigor that belied his youth and nature. Wearing the sombre tones of a Kelemvite, dark, rough spun cotton, a high, starched neck, clasped with the scales of the Lord of the Dead. A rich, brocade coat, that hung passed his waist, belted with a broad leather belt, pouches slung from it containing incense, vials, and other religious adornments. On his right hip, was a text, hung from the belt with silver chain, along it's cover an embossed skull, silver filagree scales balancing atop the crown of it's head. He carried a staff, leaned on it as he walked, black wood, sturdy, a knot carved to resemble a skull atop it, and across his narrow chest a brace of steel throwing darts, each engraved with a skull and scales. Looking up at the broad shouldered woman, his hood pulled up to shield his eyes from the sun's bright light, "Oskmey, we have travelled some days together, and I have witnessed your perform miracles of divine faith, a vessel able to channel the strength of a higher power through your actions and deeds." He paused, considering how to proceed without offending the mysterious woman, "With no wish to offend, I do find myself curious about the tenets of your faith, for it is ... unknown to me, and I have spent considerable time in my own studies which included cursory knowledge of Faerun's major faiths and religions."

[herastor]

Austine Wyvernspur, Wizard

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[Draconic]"Kiv, you're a jewel." She pulled back on the reigns and brought the wagon to a stop. She stood and stretched while he clambered down noting, much to her chagrin, that her legs had started to go numb. She passed the horses to him as Theo hit the vocal equivalent of a stone on the road. Despite the pins and needles she carefully made her way down to ground level, tossing her staff to a conjured hand to keep her own free.

"Theo, we've been over this. I don't get to use that title anymore and you don't get to act like there's nothing rattling around in your head. Now, are you a beggar tugging on the coattails of the Weave or are you a wizard who commands it? Because I would love to discuss concerns before they become problems with another wizard."

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Austine casts mage hand.

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As the group moves down the road they pause momentarily to give Austine a reprieve from the drivers seat. Kiv and Theo climb up to fill the 2 seats on the wagon.

During the stop Oskmey notices some Arrox root growing along side the road. His own knowledge of plants indicates that it can be used as an effective healing salve for someone that has the tools to process it.

As the wagons and conversations continue Theo spots something on the road in the distance blocking the party. It looks like 2 large animals lying on the road.

[Izzarra]

Oskmey the Dawnbringer Cleric, Tempest Domain HP: 10/10, AC: 16 (18 w/ Shield) Conditions: None

The towering firbolg is clad in chainmaille that jingles softly as she walks. Her Gyðja vestments are packed away so they will not get soiled while on the road.

"One should never have to apologize for wanting to seek knowledge. It is a noble endeavor. When the sky is clear and the sun is high we shall honor the great Phenix and ask that it’s light brings understanding of things unknown."

She spends a few moments contemplating where to start.

"While some deities might provide a strict code of conduct, the great spirits are usually mysterious and elusive. When they do have a message for us it is never given in words, visions and omens are common though the elders tell of times when the spirits were more active."

She pauses to harvest the Arrox root and gives thanks to Arasdoronen for the bounty of the forest.

"It is said that the Kraken once pulled an island into the sea when the inhabitants declared themselves to be mightier than the great spirits and challenged them to a fight."

Upon spotting the obstruction on the road ahead Oskmey looks around for a decent sized stone or stick to throw near the animals to see if they react.

[Estralita]

Gloria

Off to the side, a Goblin woman named Gloria walks alongside the caravan, dressed in drab but clearly well made and tailored traveling clothes. On a normal day, Gloria would have been eagerly chatting with her fellow travelers, but today her head was down, and she was clearly fiddling with some sort of metal gadget. Every so often, she'd utter a mild swear as sparks flew from the device. It was only thanks to dumb luck she hadn't accidentally started any fires and had only stumbled due to not watching where she was going a few times.

This time her luck ran out, she walked head first into the slowing wagon and dropped the thing she was working on. It promptly fell into a puddle.

"What-What the-" She sputtered. "What's going on up there?"

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Now only about 50 ft from the beasts you can clearly make out 2 dead horses with black feathered arrows littered across their bodies. The woods press close to the path here with a steep embankment and dense thickets on either side.

[Zero Prime]

Brother Alaric, Grave Tender AC: 15 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 14 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 14 Active Effects: None. Conditions: None. Alaric nodded as the larger woman spoke of spirits, and dogma, he slowly considered her words. "It is true, having been raised within a monastery devoted to the Lord of the Dead, my view may be more narrow, than I," he paused. "Or even He, would prefer. If I am to guide other's to their just ends, then, I too, must come to respect their beliefs. Even if those beliefs contradict my own." As he began to remunerate on the nature of life, and it's inevitable end, Oskmey's actions drew his attention to the wreckage that blocked their path. Quickly noting the cause of death, he determined the direction from which the archer would likely have been concealed. He whipped up his frock, tucking it into his belt, as he moved lithely forwards, up the incline of the hill towards the spot he assumed the archers were hidden, or had been hidden.

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OOC: Alaric will double move, 70 feet directly towards the copse of woods he assumes would have concealed those who shot the wagon horses. I do have a Climb Speed so the incline may not matter that much, but that remains to be seen. Passive perception of 14 if the shooters are still nearby.

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Alaric, do you move first to the bodies then to find the source or move directly towards where you determine the arrows came from? I'm either event roll an investigation check to attempt to determine it.

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(1d20+6)[18] stealth check. Anyone who has a passive perception lower than the result is surprised.

As Alaric moves up the incline, some of you hear the tell tale signs of movement through the trees. An ambush? Those who hear use the precious seconds left to ready themselves while their companions are caught unaware as 4 goblins burst into sight with 2 on either side of the road.

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Everyone roll initiative

[Aleister VII]

"Indeed... You're quite knowledgeable Lady Oskmey and I'm sorry if I offended you Lady Austine let me assure you that the respect that I feel towards you comes from the knowledge and abilities that I've been witness... And I gotta say that manners and etiquette are one of the virtues that my late teacher bestowed upon me."

Suddenly the Realization of imminent danger hits Theo, his mindset quickly changed from an inquisitive and curious one to a rather tactical and martial oriented.

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His reflexes however weren't as fast as his mind...

[Spore]

Kiv, the Anxious AC: 14 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 16 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 12 Active Effects: None. Conditions: Sunlight Sensitivity, Pack Tactics. Austine's compliment flustered Kiv deeply. His scales unable to blush, instead his tiny tail twitched nervously. [Draconic] You earned the rest. My eyes are worthless in the daytime anyhow. he says, quickly settling into the slog of guiding a slow carriage. The horses were not tired, the road was great, so there was little to pay attention to. He tried to listen in on Alaric's discussion with Gloria, but quickly abandoned the idea for lack of knowledge of any surface deities. He barely knew Kurtulmak, the thief of draconic magic, and only basic rites of Gaknulak, the Trapmaster. His world was in the here and now. Noting a very bad horrible ambush ahead, Kiv tries to stop the cart, but struggles to get the horses to calm down a bit. Eventually the horses stop, as he drops the reins. Picking up his bow and arrow as the small kobold looks around in panic trying to hide. Eventually he realizes his fault, as not even an ambush would help his bad aim in sunlight. He needed to stay in the shadows, so he tries to drop under the carriage, and looks for the shadow himself. Spoiler Show (1d20+6)[9] Perception from the shadow of under the carriage into the shadows. (1d20+6)[23] Disadv. for everything else.

[herastor]

Austine Wyvernspur, Wizard While Theo climbed back up in her stead, Austine took her staff back and let the hand dissipate into the nothingness from whence it came. "We really do need to amend that Kiv. Perhaps Gloria..." She looked back to see their resident problem solver deep in contemplation of another device, "Well, perhaps later"

As they continued Austine busied herself by staring off into the distance of the road. The dead animals in the road barely registered to her bored mind until they were practically on top of them. Odd, but Alaric seemed to have a handle on the situation. She would've investigated as well, but Theo was ready to talk and it would've been rude to wander off.

"It doesn't offend Theo, it's more that I'm uncomfortable with my former title being used. I'll take the compliment however. ... Why are you standing? What do you see?"

Goblins.

"Ah..."

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Austine will spend a 1st level spell slot to cast sleep on the right side pair provided they're close enough and in range. If not she'll instead use fire bolt to try and pick off the one that's the furthest away. In either case she'll move back to a more defensible position.

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Sleep HP [roll]5d8[/roll]

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Fire Bolt Attack [roll]1d20+5[/roll]
Fire damage [roll]1d10

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The goblins are about 60ft from the party (ahead 50 ft and to either side). As Austine ends her incantation the 2 goblins on the right fall asleep.

[Izzarra]

Oskmey the Dawnbringer Cleric, Tempest Domain HP: 10/10, AC: 16 (18 w/ Shield), Initiative: 16, Conditions: None

By the time Oskmey notices that the horses on the road ahead are indeed dead it is too late, the goblins are attacking.

Abandoning the search for a rock to throw she takes a few steps forward to put herself between the goblins on the left and horses that are pulling the cart and tells the horses "Please stay calm, we will protect you."

Calling upon the power of the Phenix spirit she brings sacred flames down upon the closest goblin on the left side of the path.

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Speech of Beast and Leaf: You have the ability to communicate in a limited manner with beasts and plants. They can understand the meaning of your words, though you have no special ability to understand them in return. You have advantage on all Charisma checks you make to influence them.

Persuasion? (1d20+1)[9] Advantage (1d20+1)[21]

Sacred Flame: 60 feet, DC 13 Dexterity saving throw or take (1d8)[4] radiant damage. The target gains no benefit from cover.

Edit: She will not attack a sleeping target.

[Zero Prime]

Brother Alaric, Grave Tender AC: 15 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 14 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 14 Active Effects: None. Conditions: None. Alaric sprinted forward with preternatural speed and grace, moving low to the ground, his staff, adorned with the skulls and scales held low to the ground, as he approached the first ambusher, he hefted the staff in two pale hands, and sprung upwards, leaping into the air, the staff aiming for the goblins chin to knock him clear of the brush. However, before he landed, his right leg lashed out, a rear thrust towards the closest assailant a dazzling display of acrobatics and martial prowess.

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OOC: Alaric will close on the Goblins closest to him with 35 ft of movement, I will then make a standard attack with a Quarterstaff at the 1st goblin, (1d20+5)[17] vs AC, for (1d8+3)[10] blunt damage, I will then uise my bonus action to Martial Arts and fire an Unarmed strike at Left Goblin 1, if still conscious, OR, Left Goblin 2, if 1 is unconscious, and 2 is adjacent. (1d20+5)[15], vs AC, for (1d4+3)[4], blunt, non lethal damage.

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Alaric lands a solid hit with his quarter staff on goblin 1 Knocking it unconscious with a single blow. The kick against goblin 2 doesn't hit quite as hard but still enough to make the goblin hiss in pain.

I'm response goblin 2 draws his scrimitar and in the same motion makes a slashing attack towards Alaric's mid section.

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(1d20+4)[21] to hit for (1d6+2)[4] damage

[Estralita]

Gloria

Peeking around the wagon, Gloria yelped in surprise. They were under attack! Actually under attack! Just like the bards would sing about!

But this wasn't a song, and people were in dander. To her shame, Gloria found herself frozen in shock and fear as the attack started. But seeing Alaric taking a hit thawed her out.

Gloria reached into her pouch and grasped a metal cylinder.

No freezing. Time for fire.

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Firebolt against the goblin attacking Alaric

(d20+5)[24]
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[Spore]

Kiv, the Anxious AC: 14 | HP: 10 | CURRENT: 10 | HIT DIE: 1d8 | CURRENT: 1d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 16 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 12 Active Effects: None. Conditions: Sunlight Sensitivity, Pack Tactics. Kiv positions himself to aim at a goblin, one covered in the darker parts of the road, or engaged with a friend. Spoiler Show I kinda need a map or positions of some sort, please. I try to attack the target that is engaged in melee combat, and in darkness. (1d20+5)[25] longbow, second roll to be used for advantage or disadvantage (1d20+5)[21] (1d8+3)[8] plus sneak attack (1d6)[6]

[Aleister VII]

As soon as it was possible the fighter jumped towards the remaining goblin and with a single fast motion draw his battle axe and slashes at the poor creature, it was simple but deadly even if utterly mundane.

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Actions: Move towards the Goblin and Attack it.
Attack - (1d20+5)[21]
[Roll=Damage (If Hit)]1d8+3[/roll]
Edit: try again [Roll=Damage]1d8+3[/roll]

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The remaining standing goblin becomes enshrouded in flame Oskmey's attack.

(1d20+3)[15] dexterity save

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The goblin rolls forward nimbly extinguishing the flames before they can harm him then he's met with another burst of fire as Gloria's firebolt hits him square in the torso. He shrieks in pain and falls unconscious.

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Theo dashes forward to engage the sleeping goblins. As he makes it into reach of the goblin, kiv let's an arrow fly hitting the prone figure with a fantastic shot. The goblin cries out before slumping down fully unconscious.

[herastor]

Austine Wyvernspur, Wizard The fight seemed to be over just as quickly as it started. Gathering a flame into her palm, the wizard peered around the wagon towards the ambush. It was quiet, but that could change any moment. "Alaric, Theo, how do things look up there?"

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Austine will hold up a fire bolt in case another goblin pops out at them.

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Fire Bolt Attack (1d20+5)[20]
Fire damage (1d10)[6]

[Izzarra]

Oskmey the Dawnbringer Cleric, Tempest Domain HP: 10/10, AC: 16 (18 w/ Shield), Initiative: 16, Conditions: None

Oskmey glares at Kiv. "While these highwaymen might have intended us harm, there is no need to slay them once they are incapable of defending themselves."

She begins moving up to where the goblins are.

"Alaric, how do you fair?"

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If combat is over try to stabilize the three dying goblins.
Medicine: (1d20+5)[15], (1d20+5)[15], (1d20+5)[22]